[Devil Lover] Youyang

Looking back at the strange combination of Yase Gin and Atobe Tachibana who seemed to have changed their souls, I walked slowly into the classroom and asked casually, "Ayato, who has better grades in the class?"

"How could my uncle know about that kind of thing..." Ayato Tomaki pulled out his chair as usual, and after sitting down, he began to lie down on the table, as if he didn't care about the exam at all.

Where did you go when you asked me to find Er Shao who was actively planning to cheat yesterday? Have you given up already...

"You really sleep all the time in class, hey, don't you even count on cheating now?!" He complained like this, but he couldn't help but think of a sentence his friend once said, if a good person doesn't do something, he must Going to be B... the flagpole of the long live cheating that I just raised just broke.

Pulling out the chair, I threw the bag I was carrying on the table, and found the key points of the boy sitting in front of me. After he glanced at me, he threw his Mandarin textbook to me, and swished again. He threw me a few books, and then said: "I'm just starting to worry now, so don't do wasted work." The action of pushing the glasses is like a green arrow. "it's useless."

After I was stunned for a few seconds, I also made a very natural movement of pushing my glasses: "I understand, you are just doing your best, so you won't fail the exam, right?" It's useless no matter what people do, right?"

"..." He pushed his glasses again and remained silent.

I snorted and said with a smile, "Student, you must have no friends." He is handsome and indifferent, and he is cold at first glance, and he can't talk but is cheap.

I stood next to his seat and looked down at him. He raised his eyes and looked at me, "So what?"

I spread my hands to show that I was not very good, "Student, what's your name?" Suddenly, I became interested in his name, and I bent down slightly to look at him.

He lowered his eyes, a little unnaturally, "Qing Shui Lin."

"Oh, the name is not bad." Then I went to my seat and opened his math book. His notes were well done, and it seemed to be clear at a glance, but the text looked a little unpleasant, although it seemed to be I opened the cheat sheet of language jack-of-all-trades, but I just don’t like it =_=

The man in front of me took out a suspected diary from the pile of books on his desk and started to write. I flipped through his textbook quickly and found that there were some things I had learned before, and this The semester was going on and on, and it seemed that I hadn't taken many classes before I transferred.

Maybe it's just for the sake of the plot, I just put down the Japanese history textbook at hand, the class bell rang, the teacher came in with a knife paper, looking very happy, old man, did you succeed in molesting an underage girl? So happy =_=

Of course the teacher didn't know what was going on in my mind. After he coughed twice seriously, he began to talk nonsense that cheating was not allowed. After he finished speaking, he started handing out the test papers. In vain, I thought it was a formal test. It seems It's just an in-class quiz to decide whether to take a holiday or not... Sensei, you really want to have a holiday.

After I got the test paper, I looked at it for a while, and the corners of my mouth rose uncontrollably. This test paper is a hodgepodge type, with various subjects mixed in, and there are few such topics about Japanese history. This kind of exam can be done by myself without the help of the narrator.

I was embarrassed just after I picked up the pen and wrote a few words... I wrote Chinese characters directly... I can understand it, but it doesn't mean I can write it.

I looked up, and the narrator was standing on the edge of my exam table, with his chest folded, looking very awkward.

I turned my head to look over at the side of the narrator, he was poking on the test paper with a pen, and then suddenly turned around, as if... he couldn't see the narrator; obviously they all seemed to be unable to see the narrator, because Mao narrated Mr. They ran away as soon as they appeared, as if I had an affair with him, and he tried his best to avoid suspicion, tsk tsk.

I showed a smile that I thought was very healing to Takaya, who seemed a little startled, opened his mouth slightly, paused for two or three seconds, and said regardless of the occasion: "Poor breasts... are you I put on makeup..." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to come over and scratch my face.

I felt a little embarrassed, but luckily the teacher coughed at the right time, and took back the hand of Nian Juan Lingren, but who is his uncle?It’s a ghost who will obediently listen to the teacher’s words. He was stopped by someone, but he didn’t seem to be annoyed, just proud and slightly provocative. He put his test paper on my desk without lowering his voice: "Give it to my uncle."

I watched the teacher turn his eyes to other places without even farting after being glanced at by him, and felt the tic-tac-toe on my head kept popping.

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻Damn it, are you such a dick at school? Why don't you come to school to harm those teachers, and find a tutor to fuck him in the room to your heart's content.

I looked at the narrator, he just glanced at Reverse Curly Aya, who looked very much like an expert in the world picking Chinese cabbage for dinner at night.

I have a special answering technique, I hold a pen, and the narrator holds my... hand to help me answer the questions. It is said that this is to avoid being found out, but I feel narcissistically... I seem to have it The guilt of having an affair with your lover in front of your husband.

Although I didn't have a racing heart and that weird feeling.

It seems that I am the only one who thinks too much. Reverse Juan Lingren propped his chin and looked at me, turning the pen in his hand very leisurely; the narrator Jun focused on answering the questions for me, holding my hand with a slight warmth.

As soon as he finished answering the questions for me, he threw away my hand very quickly, stammered a little and asked me to copy it myself, and then disappeared soon.

Is he in a hurry to pee...?

I shook my head and started to copy the test papers. Once again, I felt that copying homework was so tiring. I began to feel that the teacher said that the process of thinking is a process of happiness, which seems to be true...

I put the test paper on the desk of Ayato Nijuan, and he was already lying on his stomach and seemed to be asleep. I looked up at the teacher, and the teacher almost wrote on his face, "Even if you help him answer the questions, he will not pass. You transfer to another school." Grade-skipping students didn’t even take the class and still want to pass the exam.” There are words like this.

I imitated the narrator's way of looking at Nijuan Lingren, and I looked at the teacher for a few seconds, then I looked very disdainful for him, turned my head, lay down on the table, and looked at the test paper... My name was in a daze, until By the way, the name Yuzu is really difficult to write. I made a mistake when I wrote it just now.

It always feels like something is slipping through my head but I just don't realize what it is.

It's time to wrap up.

I stretched out my arms and saw Ayato Tomaki, and I suddenly realized what it was that I hadn't realized just now... the name.